Li Gangang came to the college cafeteria. There were people everywhere. There were long rows of tables with food on the tables. It was similar to dining in the Shaolin Temple in his previous life, but there were much more people here.
"Monk, why did the monk come to our Shenwu Academy if he doesn't recite sutras in the temple?"
Li Jingang instantly became the center of attention. Although the Daqian Dynasty did not order to prohibit monks from spreading teachings in Zhongzhou, the Taoist sect was jealous and excluded, so that Buddhism could not preach in Zhongzhou, and those temples also lived in extreme poverty and had no money. Regardless of the emergence of great power, the status of monks in the Daqian Dynasty was extremely poor, far from being comparable to the status of warriors.
It was unprecedented for a monk to practice martial arts. In addition, he entered the academy when he was only seven or eight years old, so he must have a background.
"This little monk is not simple. He was brought here by Elder Tongwu, the God of War. Don't bully him." Some people have seen him and know who is behind him.
"Elder Wu is the madman Wu."
"Please keep your voice down, are you allowed to scream at Crazy Wu? If you let him know, you will be doomed."
Wu Shentong is notorious in Shenwu Academy. Although he is called Wu Madman, not many people dare to call him that. After all, he has a weird temper. If you annoy him, no matter who you are, you will be beaten.
"I heard that Elder Wu has a weird temper and never accepts disciples. Even when Long Shaoqian, the famous true disciple of the academy, wanted to become his disciple, he didn't take a fancy to him. Why did he accept a young monk as his disciple?"
"That's why I say he has a weird temper!"
Knowing that the young monk was a disciple of Wu Shentong, some people really looked at him differently, and even envied him. After all, Wu Shentong was definitely a big shot in the academy, a peerless power, and he was only one step away from becoming a saint in the physical body.
"Little Monk King Kong, come here." Xiang Yu greeted him and asked him to come over.
Li Jinjiang ignored him, found a place to sit down, scooped out a bowl of rice, and ate quietly.
Liu Bing, who was sitting opposite Xiang Yu, stood up, walked towards him with a piece of meat, came to him, put the meat into his bowl and said, "Little monk, I'll give you a piece of meat to eat."
"Thank you so much, donor." Li Jingang was not polite, picked up the meat and started eating.
This scene shocked people again. The monk actually ate meat.
"It turns out he is a fake monk." Liu Bing sneered.
Others also regarded him as a fake monk. After all, real monks abstain from meat and fish. They don't eat meat, don't drink alcohol, and don't kill people easily. Eating meat is a violation of the precepts.
Liu Bing picked up another piece of meat, threw it to the ground, stepped on it with his foot, picked it up, and threw it into his bowl. "Don't you like eating meat? Eat it too."
"Liu Bing, you have gone too far." Xiang Yu stood up and said angrily.
He looked at him coldly and said, "What? Are you going to stand up for him?"
Although Xiang Yu wanted to help Li Jingang, he was a little afraid of Liu Bing. Liu Bing was domineering in Courtyard No. 37, and his cultivation level was higher than him. He was at the fifth level of skin refining, and he had a background. He had a brother who was Among the core disciples, few among the outer sect dared to provoke him.
"Why did the donor have trouble with me, the young monk? I hope the donor can give the young monk a reasonable explanation." Li Jingang did not get angry and looked calm.
"You still want to explain, okay! I'll give you an explanation. I hate monks. It's as simple as that. Although you are a fake monk, you are a bald man. If you eat this piece of meat, I will Let you go." Liu Bing was extremely arrogant and did not feel ashamed at all for bullying the small.
The rest of the people looked like they were watching a show, and no one seemed willing to step forward to help him, which fully demonstrated the indifferent side of human nature.
Li Jingang said calmly: "The donor's explanation is very reasonable."
"Give it to me to eat." Liu Bing pressed again.
"Liu Bing, how can you bully a child?" A voice shouted, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old woman wearing a red tights came over. Although she was not old, her figure was extremely hot and should have been bulging.
The bulge should be raised. Although her face is still very green, she is a beauty. When she grows up, she will definitely be a leader who brings disaster to the country and the people.
"Liu Mengli, you have to stand up for him." Liu Bing frowned.
Liu Mengli came to Li Jingang, reached out and touched his bald head, and said: "Little monk, don't be afraid, my sister will protect you. Let's see who dares to bully you."
"Donor, don't touch the little monk's head." Li Jinjiang reminded him. He hated others touching his bald head. Can a man's head be touched casually? If she hadn't been a woman and stood up for him, he would have done it.
Already.
Xiang Yu, who was not far away, saw this scene and muttered dissatisfiedly, "This little monk threw me out when I touched his head. Why didn't Liu Mengli touch him and he didn't do it? Is the little monk also so beautiful?"
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Liu Mengli is one of the four beauties in the outer sect, and everyone in the outer sect knows it.
"Liu Bing, I warn you, if you dare to bully the young monk again in the future, I will never end it with you." Liu Mengli said to Liu Bing.
Although Liu Bing relied on his brother who had a core disciple to be arrogant and domineering in the outer sect, there were some people he couldn't mess with. Liu Mengli was one of them. Let's not talk about the power behind her, but her appeal in the outer sect was not something he could do.
Once she offends him, it is equivalent to offending most of the outer disciples. After all, there are too many people who admire her, even he likes her.
"Okay, for your sake, I'll let him go." Liu Bing looked at Li Jingang and said, "Little monk, you'd better stay away from me when you see me in the future."
As soon as he turned around and left, a voice came from behind, "Did I let you go?"
The person who spoke was naturally Li Jingang. I was afraid that it would not be easy to bully him and leave. Liu Bing's expression turned cold. This little monk was provoking him. As soon as he turned around, a domineering palm print hit his stomach.
It flew out like a cannonball and hit the table, which instantly fell apart.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out and he passed out on the spot.
"Amitabha." Li Jingang recited the Buddha's name, turned around and left. He was struck by his powerful Vajra Palm, and he had to cultivate for several days.
This scene made everyone dumbfounded. Such a fierce little monk. They thought the little monk was a little sheep, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a ferocious tiger. He was worthy of being the apprentice of Madman Wu and should not be messed with.
Liu Mengli's pretty face showed a look of shock, and her mouth opened slightly. She didn't expect the young monk to be so powerful. Liu Bing was at the fifth level of skin refining, while he was only at the third level of skin refining. The difference was so big that even a sneak attack would not be possible.
He beat Uncle Liu unconscious with his palm. His palm had at least 20 oxen of force to injure Liu Bing like this.
Li Jingang has practiced the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, and his physical strength is far from comparable to the same realm. Although he has only reached the third level of leather refining, his physical strength is already fifteen oxen. Adding the amplitude of the powerful Vajra Palm, it can reach a huge strength of twenty oxen, which is comparable to
Compared to a warrior at the sixth level of skin refining.
"So...so fierce." Xiang Yu was dumbfounded. He knew from the beginning that the little monk was not easy to mess with. He looked harmless, but he was a ruthless person. Even Liu Bing was beaten by him.
Fainted.
Li Jinjin was about to leave the cafeteria when a man with a kitchen knife in his hand and a scar on his face silently appeared in front of him and blocked his way.
"Little monk, who allowed you to fight in the cafeteria and wasted the food I had worked so hard to prepare? Go back and clean the floor for me, and punish you by washing dishes in the cafeteria for three days. Do you have any objections?"
Li Jinjiang knew that the man in front of him was a master and was not someone he could offend now, so he said, "I have no objection, little monk."
"Follow me!" The man turned and left, and he followed immediately.
"Look, the little monk has been taken away by the butcher." Everyone immediately looked at the little monk.
"The cafeteria is the butcher's territory. No one dares to make trouble in the cafeteria. Besides, he hates others wasting food. The little monk will suffer." Someone said.
The Butcher is the nickname of the man with the scar. He is the cook in this canteen and is responsible for the meals for thousands of people. No one knows his origin or background. They only know that he is not someone to be trifled with. There once was a man with a very complicated background.
The eldest outer sect disciple made trouble in the cafeteria and had his leg broken by him. At this time, he finally let it go. After this incident, no one dared to make trouble in the cafeteria. Li Jingang was the second one.